Thirteen Bass

midsummer.Austria Vienna.

drop.

Bai Lang knelt down and took out a bottle of oolong tea from the exit of the vending machine.

There was a trace of cold air on the bottle, and water droplets soon condensed, blown by the air conditioner above the head, making people shiver with cold.

"...Last night, two refugee boats carrying a total of 520 people landed on the Italian island of Lampedusa, 184 of whom were unaccompanied minor refugees..."

"A total of about 150 million refugees have flooded into the European continent this year. Europe is experiencing the worst refugee crisis since World War II..."

The big screen in front of him played the picture, the volume was so low that it was distorted, and it was completely overwhelmed by the airport broadcast that sounded from time to time.

The female news anchor spoke German, which Bai Lang couldn't fully understand.But the news footage was impactful enough to make him frown, and he couldn't help hugging the piano case beside him.

creak-

The luggage belt spun around and around, and finally stopped.

On the conveyor belt belonging to flight number OS302, the last suitcase was taken away 10 minutes ago. Under the bright lights, there was no one there. It seemed that Bai Lang, who was carrying a huge musical instrument, became more and more lonely and pitiful, like a man with nowhere to go. tramp.

"what--"

Bai Lang looked anxiously at the closed luggage opening, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead and sighed, his facial features wrinkled into a ball.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

The ominous premonition came true, he raised his head and drank up the oolong tea, threw the bottle into the trash can, and got up resignedly to the information desk.

It was two weeks ago that I received the offer from the Eisenstadt Orchestra.

At that time, it was less than a month since he returned to China, and he already had invitation letters from Boston BSO and New York Philharmonic, which was the envy of many students.Even so, when he saw the gold-plated tickets of Group E, he jumped up with a groan, screamed twice in excitement, and immediately booked a ticket to Vienna.

His family didn't understand his choice but still respected it.His mother complained a few words, but didn't say much, she just stuffed two extra bottles of beef sauce into his luggage.

But now, those two bottles of mother's brand beef sauce, together with two huge suitcases stuffed with clothes, spare strings and many out-of-print discs, have been lost to an unknown corner of the earth.

The staff shook their heads and showed a formulaic apologetic smile: "Sorry, sir."

Bai Lang wanted to cry but held the piano case in his hand, completely speechless.

This long-awaited music capital poured a basin of cold water on the small flames of enthusiasm that came from afar.

To put it bluntly, after receiving the guarantee that "I will definitely track it down and deliver it to my door when I find it", Bai Lang reluctantly signed his English name on the document.

He was thinking about the beef sauce and Rachmaninoff in the box, sighed, carefully picked up the cello, and said to himself: Brother, it’s a good thing you bought a plane ticket for you, or you might be lying on the equator right now. sun exposure.

Even if Orpheus lost his body, only his head remained, he would still play the strings.As for me, I just don't have the beef sauce, and it doesn't matter if Qin is here.

Bai Lang, you are not enlightened enough.

His mind was in a mess, and the moment he stepped out of the exit, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew in his face, wrapped in a light melody, and gently brushed against his face.

The four long chords of the woodwind are the lead, and the euphonium is long and lingering, as if from the forest of the Alps.

- Prelude to Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream.

He listened in a daze, and only then did he feel that his hands and feet, which had been blown cold by the air-conditioning wind, gradually warmed up.

The little flame in my heart snorted again, and sparks burst out.

Vienna Airport is not big, so you can see it at a glance.Soon, a man appeared in his vision.

He walked towards Bai Lang from another entrance, against the light, at first he could only see a slender silhouette, but when he walked in front of him, the lines of his face gradually became clear.

Even among Caucasians, it is like a tall and straight jade tree. When the sun shines on its deep eyebrows and eyes, it seems to be dyed with a layer of gold powder. It is a kind of handsomeness that can naturally attract everyone's attention.

Bai Lang's fingers tightened unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he suddenly became bewildered.

Mendelssohn's E major is turned, followed by G major, and the violin's pause is crisp and coherent, like an elf dancing in the sun.

Bai Lang heard his own voice trembling: "Chairman, chief, hello."

He doesn't speak German very well, and he can't speak a few words, which even makes him feel ashamed.

Qi Sinian smiled, a very shallow smile, as if he just curled the corners of his mouth politely.

"Why did it take so long? Where's the luggage?" He stretched out a hand, "Hello. You can speak Chinese in front of me."

Bai Lang stared at the dry and slender palm in front of him, and suddenly many melodies exploded in his mind. The Mendelssohn suite switched back and forth, either cheerful or intense, and he didn't know what he answered. Qi Sinian nodded and didn't speak any more. , took him into the car and drove out of the airport.

Not long after the car drove out, Qi Sinian played a piece of music, not classical music, but a relaxing Italian folk song.

The sky outside the window is a wash-washed blue, and the sun shatters the splendor of summer, like a river pouring down, as if even the notes floating in the air are clearly visible.

As Bai Lang listened, he felt tired from the ten-hour journey, and felt a little sleepy.

"There are some problems with the management of Austrian Airlines." Qi Sinian said, "You are not the first to have your luggage lost. This happened to a brass pipe in the regiment before."

Bai Lang was speechless secretly, how expensive that would be, should he buy insurance for his piano in the future.

"Is it Group E...?"

Qi Sinian smiled: "It's a big one from BPO. But I found it the next day and sent it to the regiment. Don't worry, your luggage will definitely be found too."

Bai Lang nodded.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, changing clothes is not very important, but those discs are more painful.When graduating, many people thought that he would probably stay in North America, but because of the unexplainable thoughts in his heart, he still packed up those discs and sent them back to China, and now he has worked hard to bring them to Europe.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Qi Sinian secretly.

In fact, he was no stranger to Qi Sinian.

It should be said that every classical music lover should not be unfamiliar with this face.

A young genius, a brilliant violinist, the next Heifetz, hands kissed by God...

This is the most commonly used adjective for Sean Chyi, and harsh music critics are not afraid to praise him with all the exaggerated compliments.

My idol is actually sitting next to me.

Bai Lang felt a little suffocated.

Today's Qi Sinian didn't wear a suit, but a casual shirt, and a pair of less formal trousers on his lower body. However, his natural proportions still made him appear to have broad shoulders and narrow waist, and long and straight legs.The hair is not sprayed with hair gel, and the radian is naturally fluffy.The whole person looks a little less aggressive and extravagant, and a little more lazy and sexy.

As if he noticed Bai Lang's gaze, Qi Sinian's gaze turned to the left, and happened to collide with his gaze in the reflection of the screen in front of the car, revealing a gentle smile.

Bai Lang was taken aback, took a breath, and said without words: "Chief... I didn't expect your Chinese to be so good."

"My parents are both Chinese." Qi Si Nian nodded lightly, "Both my grandparents are in China, and I will go back to visit them whenever I have time."

Bai Lang let out an "um" and fell silent again.

He is not a cautious person. Musicians, even if they are not passionate, must be sentimental.Although he had imagining countless times of close contact with his idol, when he was in front of Qi Sinian, he still couldn't help but become a trembling little fan, for fear that he would make the other party unhappy if he said a wrong sentence.

Qi Sinian controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and handed over a bottle of water with the other hand. Seeing that Bai Lang accepted it in a daze, he looked at the road ahead and said, "You seem to be very afraid of me?"

"No." Bai Lang immediately panicked, "I just, I just admire you very much, Chief."

Qi Sinian's tone was calm, without any airs: "Bai Lang——Is it okay for me to call you by your Chinese name? Remember, this is not the first time we have met."

Bai Lang's face turned slightly red, he lowered his head and took a sip of water as if to cover up, and said, "Of course. You are a guest lecturer in our school. When you collaborated with the Juilliard Symphony Orchestra, I was the second cellist. The piece...is Brahms Symphony No. [-]."

"Bo Yi." Qi Sinian paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Not bad performance."

From his reaction, Bai Lang knew that Qi Sinian probably didn't remember himself in that performance.After all, there are a lot of talents in the Juilliard School of Music. There are more than two hundred people in the school symphony orchestra, and there are many performers who have become famous internationally. Compared with them, Bai Lang can only be regarded as a young man who can still emit some dim light Star.

Bai Lang felt a little lost in his heart, but it was only a little bit.

"Speaking of which, is Fried alright? I was too busy when I went to North America last time, so I didn't have time to visit him." Qi Sinian turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze was devoid of any emotion, and Bai Lang couldn't tell the difference Is he looking at himself, or is he looking in the rearview mirror.

Bai Lang silently replied: "The teacher is very good, but he is a little angry with me."

"If you're really angry, you won't let me take care of you." Qi Sinian's voice was calm, polite and soft, like an ordinary afternoon chat, "He wants you to stay by his side."

In his later years, Donald Fried had seldom accepted apprentices, and Bai Lang was not from a musical family, so he must have high hopes for this well-known performer to be accepted as a closed disciple.In old age, there will always be some childish stubbornness.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to accept this offer. You graduated from Julia, and you already have a foundation in North America. Have you seriously considered signing with the just-started E group?"

Bai Lang was startled for a moment, then seriously replied: "Of course."

His originally relaxed mood became a little nervous. Fortunately, he has been asked this question many times, and he has prepared 1 reasons for it.He wanted to say, I want to learn more systematic classical music. I admire Beethoven, love Schubert, and yearn deeply for the European soil that breeds classical music.

However, when these standard answers came to his lips, the truth suddenly came out: "Because you are the guest chief of Group E, I believe in your choice."

Qi Sinian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "That's really my honor."

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Note:

[1] BSO: Boston Symphony Orchestra; BPO: Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra.They are all top-ranked symphony orchestras in the world.

[2] "A Midsummer Night's Dream": Mendelssohn's score for Shakespeare's opera.The fifth suite is the famous "Wedding March".

Open the article, this article is about music and travel.The music is classical music, and the travel is mainly Austria + Italy.

The author has been writing fantasy and supernatural themes, so I don't know if he can write such niche themes well.Probably just a flat cookie, writing about a love that is only beautiful.If you like it, you can give me more comments!It’s okay if you don’t think it’s interesting, stop the loss in time, and see you in the world.

In short, thank you for reading the article, Jiumi!